With pop-corn and bright ribbons strung.
Some tiny wax candles were lighted,
To chase off the thoughts of the night;
And the dollies had met in the tree-top
To dance in their dresses of white.
A kite that could climb into cloud-land
Hung low, and a new picture-book;
A street-car “wound up” for its journey,
And a little boat built for the brook.
Oh! all kinds of candy he left them